November/December catch-all

[laidtocrest]

WHO: Sylvain and some people
WHAT: me living up to some promises; him having a bad time
WHERE: various and sundry places
WHEN: at various and sundry times, probably mostly after dark due to 90% of this game being vampires at this point
WARNINGS: stupid, will update with actual warnings

Comments

[laidtocrest]

[He just listens and makes noises as Vash lists off food. Fries. A noise. Slushies. A slightly different noise, but a related noise. Donuts. A thoughtful noise? Chips and jerky are more of the same.

They're outside. The bell jingles, Sylvain breathes in dusty air-]

Let's get donuts. [He's going to become a donut man at this rate.]

[photosympathies]

( A little bark of agreeable laughter, Vash pressing his hand to Sylvain's shoulder again briefly comforting before he lets go. )

Donuts! Good choice. They had some fancy ones the last time I was here. I've noticed in the cities they get experimental. I think they were almost shiny. But it's my treat, so you get to pick your poison!

( A beat. )

Hopefully not actual poison.